Geese come rushing on a river of wind

in the bright sky, bright sky



Wild music ripples like a wake behind

in the bright sky, bright sky



Go higher, go higher where the wind is all

in the bright sky, bright sky



Where the bullets get tired and fall

in the bright sky, bright sky



They fly out of vision taking part of my soul

in the bright sky, bright sky



Well, maybe together we can touch down whole

in the bright sky, bright sky



I never saw the colours in the northern dark

in the bright sky, bright sky



But there were all those people floating like Noah's Ark

in the bright sky, bright sky



And we all rush away on a river of wind

in the bright sky, bright sky



But if i live i'll be coming back again

in the bright sky, bright sky



(Fort Saint John YT. Sept 18 77)